-[in refferance to HIPHOP,] evrytime i hear a hiphop sound, its time to rush n embrace it,.whatever it has to offer is on air, i aint gon listen if it’s shady,

– sum artists just want to ‘kill’ it in a verse instead of teaching, entertain..keep it live in that chapter..n also Hiphop is never lame,it got ’16 bars’evrytime even when am high..

HIPHOP does evrythng, i only meditate on what it brings onto the table..n i meditate on this product of the pipe..when i spit, Hiphop swallows my words thru the instrumental.

HIPHOP gives a FAT beat, comparing it to Fat Joe of Latino bakground.. Other artists go off it at times tho..the beat kills the artists’ works if they dont DELIVER.. Its now my time, switnes in its prime.. Hiphop got me addicted lyk GHETTO CRIME.

It gave me a perfect way of how to express my thoughts n feelings.. Now am able to remain, stay top and REAL,just like Real Madrid on their League ..and with my works, not to work with fools.

I promise to stick to Hiphop 4ever.. to take teachngs like in a class lession..other artists choose to take teachings from a ‘leso’, [swahili word for the clothng women wear with teachngs written at the bottom of it.]. So if its HIPHOP Then am safe, aint gving it up 4 other genres ..stickn to it’s promises for the future..

Translation provided by Judge BlackDuo and Lness

English:

vas 2 – Flamez Mshamba Mwenza –

…..what i feel i will write wether is wrong or wright though not a sent i will cast the first rym on the mic. First flow no track cash flow no works less more chase more i acknowledge its a fact. I am giving you knowledge in dozes u can call me a doctor. I AM FEEDING MASSES with vases u can call me a padry. If there is a bad situation to be broke is a sin without a job its very dangerous. hastling is not fare. Stil camping with the boyz like the brazilian coach and this mascles are ready to full fil my jorney. my talent is a free gift thats why i dont pay douwary ..If its earning u are giving then you are dresing and feeding nations. I am not doing music coz of fame its the love in every instru ..after math is a birth worht words coz this vas has mo teaching than you can find in school MWEMBEEMBE sound like empty debez so lets make noise as we bowll is the focus

vas..3 [Skobo]

…the wispers of wind this are the voices in my mind guardian angle is with me i mean selasi nasi. it Genessis book of the bible and kuran words still runing teach one bless one is to earn..in the hood is acardemy where we learn. how to go through love is a must like a fog[blunt]. I am day dreaming at night sleep walking listen i street talk the word. Remember the streets is where sir Jah lives early bird on the sun remember God when thingz are sah and it will be ok. This is the extra muzikah focus in Afrikah. Pleasure dont mix with biz bro u cant manage to fix this is the son of man on the crussifix THUNDER all over suden there was dark SCOBO FACE NEVER FADEZ U KNOW

What I feel I write, whether it’s wrong or right, though not a saint, I’ll curse [cast?] the first rhymes on the mic, fast slow, no track, cash flow, no works, less more, chase more, I acknowledge in fact, I give knowledge in doses, you can call me a doctor, I feed the masses verses you might think it’s a priest, if there is a dangerous situation then if I don’t have wealth it’s a sin, lacking a job is dangerous because hustling is illegal, I’m in the camp with the players like the coach of Brazil, and this muscles are always ready, and they are ready to influence the journey, talent is free and I can’t even pay the dowry, if it’s my right then remember you are not the one who gives me my earning and you don’t feed me nor clothe me, am not doing music because of fame, it’s always love in every instrument, aftermath it’s always birth otherwise because the verse, has held more teachings you can’t find in school, talking, talking empty shit, is always a lot of noise like applause, celebrating is what we focus, I say

Whispers of the wind, those are the voices of the mind, the guardian angel is with me, I mean, sela Selassie is the Genesis, reading of the Bible and the Quran word, in my mouth it continues to run, teach one, bless one, then earn, the streets academy, we continue to learn, in ways we live, love is a must like the smoke, I day dream, tonight, I sleepwalk, I listen as I street talk the word, remember this streets is where sir Jah lives, the time of the early bird is now, remember God when the sun rises, African pleasure, don’t mix with business, bro, you can’t make it to fix me, the son of Adam, to crucify, blunder, thunder, or even darkness, skobo paints, never fails [fades?], you know

Translation provided by the artist, Gas Fyatu. Gas is an activist, writer, entrepreneur, and hip hop artist based in Nairobi. He is a member of Ukoo Flani Mau Mau and Moshikali. You can find Gas’ music on youtube. Read his writing at Kwani.

Intro.by FRENCH ARTIST

CHORUS

COME WITH ME/(my honniez)COME WE SING/(my hommies)
COME WITH ME/(rastaman)COME WE SING/(babylons)
PAIN AND JOY/OF EASTLANDS
PAIN AND JOY/OF WESTLAND

VERSE ONE (English)

Pen in my hands I am in my room enjoying solitude
I don’t know who to ask?how to delivers how this lines)
it is like snooker game I don’t know which ball to hit/
in this ghetto the way the rate of single women is increasing in our hoods/ is proportional to the number of emcees releasing too many singles)
All the critics are watching this ocean too big /I got to keep my head up
Sometimes I think leaving this/but I cant hip hop my political party
Lend me your ears as I follow this art like a sinking star/my plate of fate when am hungry
No pain no gain just know/I don’t want slim bodies in my hood/got heavy weight ghetto dreams/do you get it boy?
This rain full of poetry Oo come sing with /come dance to the tunes good and bad stories of my neighbourhood

I hear knowadays in the street, they say get the money you get the honey/welcome to eastlands my hood and feel at home/and please come in peace/but don’t forget bring some business/we got bank slave hustlers/economic tough time but in this ghetto we live our lives/living like a soldier/one room /enjoying life pleasures/with our ghetto queens/life a gamble/but there are great moments like marriage dreams in the hood/good things like my man Otty wife got twins/so and so went where since last year?/Jaymo is flying out I heard/bro Kevo stopped smoking weed nowadays he only takes beer/Patty has stuck to khat still/Nimo saw the light and joined Jesus/brotherhood during good times and bad times/Eastland is full of dramas/reggae music blasting from sound woofers on the streets/black hooded hip hop head roaming the streets/watch you back police on your back/COME SING WITH COME DANCE WITH THE STORIES OF THIS GHETTOES